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Buffy crept through the Slytherin Common Room, hoping that the dormitories would have pretty much the same layout as the Gryffindor ones seemed to. It seemed that Draco had been fairly confident that she would actually take up the offer of joining him for the evening. He’d given her the password to the Slytherin Common Room just in case, and she was definitely grateful.

She crept down the corridor, knowing instinctively that she was headed towards the boys rooms. It was just a sense that she had. Plus, there was something definitely masculine about the scent that was coming from some of the rooms.

She stopped outside the fifth door on the right, praying that this was Draco’s room. If it wasn’t, she was about to get in serious trouble for a) being in the Slytherin dorms and b) being in the boys dorms. She opened the door, a small amount of light coming from a single lit candle on a bedside table on the other side of the room.

In the middle of the bed was the platinum blonde haired boy. He looked up from whatever he’d been reading and tried to hold back the grin that threatened to cover his face. He just smiled softly and sat up on his bed.

Buffy entered the room and shut the door softly behind her. She padded towards the bed, wishing she’d grabbed her jumper and her shoes before racing from the room. It was colder in the Slytherin Common Room, and she idly wondered how none of the Slytherins froze just from being in there so much.

“You okay?” Draco asked as Buffy slid under the covers of Draco’s bed, trying to warm herself.

She shook her head, not really willing to open her mouth at all. She knew if she began talking, she would never stop. Draco knew more about her than Harry and Hermione did, though that was only because he’d asked her about her thoughts and feelings surrounding her parentage. Apart from that particular topic, Draco didn’t know her entire back story. He didn’t know that she wasn’t really a Slayer, and he didn’t know about the life she had left behind in Sunnydale. No one except Giles and Dumbledore knew those bits of information, and she wasn’t too keen to share that sob story.

Draco sighed, understanding that she wasn’t about to say anything to him about it. He placed his book on the floor, and slid beneath the covers and blew out the candle, just holding on to the girl he loved, wishing that things didn’t have to be so damn complicated.

Morning came slowly, Draco slowly moving into the conscious world, a feeling of complete content washing over him. It wasn’t a feeling he’d ever had before and it took him a moment to work out what it actually was. But, when he opened his eyes and saw the honey-blonde haired girl beside him, he knew automatically that he didn’t want to give this feeling up.

He touched her hair gently, enjoying the smoothness of the locks beneath his hand. He leant across and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her shoulder, careful not to put too much pressure on the skin in case he woke her.

Apparently he’d been too hard though. She awoke with a jolt, her eyes wide and confused as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes landed on Draco and she relaxed immediately. She closed her eyes for another moment, stretching her cramped up muscles. She yawned tiredly and opened her eyes.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice soft and muffled with sleep.

“Morning,” he replied.

She hesitated a moment before finally coming to a decision.

“Thanks for…you know.”

He smiled softly and leant forward, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

She yawned again and rubbed sleep from her eyes before turning onto her back.

“We should probably go eat something,” she whispered.

He nodded, reluctant to leave even though his stomach was doing a fair impression of a tiger. They continued to lay there, neither of them wanting to break the silent peacefulness that they’d dropped into. The sound of a loud commotion outside the door disturbed them though. Draco gave Buffy a confused look and threw off his covers. Buffy quickly covered herself so that she wouldn’t be caught in Draco’s room when she was fairly certain that it would be an offence punishable with expulsion.

“What’s going on?” Draco demanded as he opened the door.

“Someone’s ransacked the Gryffindor Common Room,” came the reply. The voice was male and Buffy vaguely recognised it as being one of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, though she wasn’t sure which one.

Draco felt his heart drop. “Why would anyone want to go in there?” he asked, hoping against hope that he sounded more snobby than nervous.

“No one’s really sure about it. There’s an uproar cos that American chick is missing. Again.”

Buffy sighed, knowing that she would have to let either Giles or Dumbledore know that she was safe. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to do that without getting herself and Draco into a tremendous amount of trouble over their previous evenings sleeping arrangements.

Draco closed the door and turned back to Buffy. She sighed tiredly and wished that she could have had a somewhat normal life.

“He’s not done with me, is he?” Buffy asked.

Draco shook his head sadly. He moved and sat next to her on the bed. The Mark on her arm caught his attention and he took hold of her elbow gently, tracing the mark with one of his fingers.

“He won’t let you go until you join him,” Draco whispered.

“I’m not planning on joining him,” Buffy replied. “Ever. I don’t care if he threatens to kill me. I won’t stand beside him.”

“You really need to let Professor Giles know that you’re alright,” Draco said.

She nodded and got off the bed. Draco stood and moved to his trunk, getting out a black turtleneck sweater and a spare pair of shoes for her.

“They’re probably too big,” he said, handing her the shoes and the sweater, “but it’s bloody cold at the moment. Plus you need to cover that mark.”

Buffy nodded and took the item gratefully, slipping it over her head, revelling in the warmth and protection it offered her. It smelt of his cologne, and she felt her heart flutter a little as she inhaled the smell.

Draco changed quickly, donning a pair of well-worn jeans and a jumper, and fastening his cape around his shoulders.

Buffy quickly tied her hair into a ponytail, trying to conceal her long golden locks before she exited Draco’s room. It would at least give her a small amount of anonymity. Draco opened the door and checked to make sure the corridor was fairly empty. She managed to make it out of the Common Room without even being spotted. They made their way up from the dungeons towards the Great Hall, Buffy hoping that no one would ask where she’d spent the previous evening.

Unfortunately for her, not only were Giles and Dumbledore both waiting for her just inside the Hall, Cornelius Fudge was there as well. Buffy swallowed her nervousness, gaining a little strength from Draco’s presence next to her, and walked towards her doom.

“Where on earth have you been, girl?” Cornelius Fudge demanded angrily. Buffy shot a worried look around her, many of the students stopping their conversations to listen to what was happening between the Minister of Magic and the new girl.

“Do you have any idea how worried Dumbeldore has been?” Fudge continued. “Although I can’t say I’m surprised. I suppose we should have expected this kind of delinquent behaviour from one such as yourself. Honestly Dumbledore…admitting You-Know-Who’s daughter to Hogwarts. I don’t know what you’ll think of next.”

Buffy flinched and closed her eyes, the Hall suddenly going silent. Every set of eyes was now trained on the girl who was becoming extremely faint. Giles shot Fudge an angry look, one of his Ripper looks that was reserved for a few select people. Giles stepped forwards and put a hand on Buffy’s shoulder, trying to lend her some strength.

“Perhaps this isn’t the best location to have this discussion,” Giles said, his voice threateningly quiet.

Fudge seemed to suddenly realise where they were. The silence registered and he had the grace to look a little sheepish. The look didn’t last for long and he shot a hateful glare in Buffy’s direction. Buffy didn’t even notice, but Giles had begun pushing her forward. Draco gave her hand a final squeeze before Buffy was led out of the Hall, presumably towards Dumbledore’s office.

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